I creak my existence open with the flat smack of my palm, I bleed profusely from my pores, time pours out in the cupped portion of my hand, navel, and chest, and I move into the world, like a subway through tunnels, groping in the dark.
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I creak my existence open with the flat smack of my palm, I bleed profusely from my pores, time pours out in the cupped portion of my hand, navel, and chest, and I move into the world, like a subway through tunnels, groping in the dark.